“They’ve been fighting and making up for so long I can’t remember anything else.”Mum’s wailing voice could be clearly heard through two clos...d doors. Although I had heard her cries many times, for some reason that night they had a new and unexpected effect on my own body. A warm glow appeared between my thighs.“They do get on sometimes,” I shrugged.“That’s just sex,” Mark sniffed. “They need a lot more than just fucking to make their marriage last.”“It’s lasted years already,” I reminded. ."As I finished off drawing Stephen's bent-over body, he asked, "Actually, can you get my cock in the painting too?" Your cock?" Yeah... if I push it down a bit... so it's really obvious how much I'm enjoying having my husband prepare me for our first physical union?" You'll have to open your legs a bit more... maybe raise your knee a little higher..."He repositioned himself and I adjusted my drawing. With his leg raised high I could get the full length of his erection in the piece. I. ’ Nathan said a goodbye, and caught a look from his boss, Robert. Phone calls were generally frowned on if you weren’t on a break. Nate reminded himself to let it ring if it happened again, and grinned as he went back to work unbundling a large stack of lumber. He had woken up to his alarm clock with ease. As was becoming usual, no matter how much sleep he got, he was completely refreshed when he woke. Things were still looking up in his world, and he intended to keep them that way. Along the. His eyes stayed closed as he recited the verses from memory, clearly trying to force his arousal away. "They will pour into your lap," Lizzie felt herself flush with arousal, her chest heaving in times with the priest's words and her legs pressed tightly together. "...a good measure, pressed down, shaken together..." Oh, god, Lizzie couldn't stand it any longer. She readied her thumb for the second setting. "... and running over," the priest finished, just as Lizzie pushed the button on her.